Guangyou nodded, indicating that he understood.
His unyielding attitude left the academic affairs director helpless. He shook his head and walked towards his own office.
"Should I get a new wig?"
After the dean of academic affairs left, Guangyou picked another blade of grass and put it in his mouth.
Want to hear a song?
Without even checking if Ai agreed, Kōyū climbed the tree and picked a leaf that looked like the tenderest one.
Leisure time shouldn't just be spent sitting around, but Guangyou didn't want to run around in the sun, sweating profusely, during his hard-earned free time.
There's plenty of time to sweat, so a little longer won't make a difference.
Leaves are like people; no two are exactly alike, and the sounds they make when blown on them are also subtly different.
However, the beautiful melody also diminishes the differences between the different leaves.
Guangyou's leaf-blowing technique wasn't that good, but he could play a few tunes that he was familiar with.
The piece was short and quick; Guangyou placed the leaf he had played on the grass afterward.
"It's quite nice to listen to, but I feel that although the melody is cheerful, there's always an underlying sadness about it."
Ai looked at Kōyū with a puzzled expression; she had noticed something different about the piece of music he had just played.
Guangyou chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Maybe. Anyway, I just thought the tune sounded pretty good, so I wrote it down."
We should spread less negative energy; what good young people in the new era need is positive energy.
Even if positive energy does not reflect reality in certain situations.
Suddenly a soccer ball rolled to Guangyou's side.
"Hey! Kousuke, kick the ball over here!"
Conan, wearing a jersey, shouted at Kousuke.
Guangyou ran over with the soccer ball: "Are you still short of players? Count me in!"
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